The distance was close enough, even Yan Ling's current divine consciousness could feel that this black bear beast was indeed dead, and judging from the blood it flowed, it had just been dead for a long time.

"Has anyone ever been here and killed this beast? Yan Ling came to such a conclusion.

"Who could it be?Ling Feng?Tianhe Gongzi?Green Cicada Fairy?" Doubts flashed through Yan Ling's mind, and his eyes looked at the huge tower gate.

"Inside, has anyone been inside? Ling Feng, could they be inside? With such doubts, Yan Ling walked to the door that had not been passive for thousands of years, the gate was already covered with dust, no matter how it looked like someone had entered, Yan Ling put his hands on the gate and pushed hard, but the door did not move, the material of this door is obviously not ordinary, otherwise it is impossible to withstand the baptism of six thousand years, although Yan Ling has not practiced any body refining exercises and has never exercised the body, but with the continuous transformation of the body by cultivation, Yan Ling now has no problem lifting a heavy object of more than 10,000 catties, but he can't help this gate at all, in desperation, Yan Ling had to use his real strength, and the cold breath spread, the silver sand turned into frozen soil.

"Boom!" The gate was frozen into ice, and with a blasting sound, it shattered, and a breath of age came from behind the door, Yan Ling walked in cautiously, and the interior was pitch black. Full of the smell of decay, Yan Ling took out a huge night pearl from the storage ring, the night pearl exuded a soft light, but it was not enough to illuminate the entire hall, Yan Ling had no choice but to pour true power into it, and finally the soft white light illuminated the entire hall, Yan Ling looked at the rotten bookshelves around him, the moldy breath, there was no jade slip on the bookshelf, Books and the like can store things like Xuanfa, some only have empty bookshelves and the ground covered with silver sand, looking up, the floors stretch endlessly, from the outside, this scripture pavilion is hundreds of meters high, I don't know how many floors there will be, and Yan Ling's divine sense is not enough to search the entire tower, so I can only explore it layer by layer.

...... Half an hour later, Yan Ling came to the top floor, at first she was serious, walked through each floor, but found that there was nothing valuable at all, in desperation, Yan Ling still chose to come directly to the top floor, intuition told her that there might be something that could attract her.

After coming to the top floor, Yan Ling saw at a glance, at the end of this layer, a very strange stone platform, a big hand, next to the carving of the sun and the moon, on the big hand, there is also a roll of broken bamboo slips, this is she came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion so far, the first bamboo slip she has seen that may record something, for a while she couldn't help but be a little happy, but a little confused, she always felt that this bamboo slip, it seems that where has she seen.

Yan Ling walked over cautiously, the room on the top floor was very empty, and it was also much cleaner than the floor below, but it was a little ancient, Yan Ling slowly stepped forward, stood in front of the stone platform, stared at the bamboo slips, and suddenly thought of something.

"This ...... Isn't this the "Yin-Yang Dao Sutra" that Ling Feng took from the treasure competition?!? "After a closer look, Yan Ling finally recognized the true face of this bamboo slip, after all, she was also present at the treasure competition meeting at that time, plus before disappearing, Ye Qingcian once said that this tower is the place where the first half of the "Yin-Yang Dao Sutra" is buried, Yan Ling is very convinced, this is the Yin-Yang Dao Sutra...... At least on the surface, it does.

"Isn't the 'Yin-Yang Dao Sutra' supposed to be in Ling Feng's hand, then what exactly is this bamboo slip, is it the second half of the ...... 'Yin-Yang Dao Sutra'?" Yan Ling had such a question, stretched out his hand to hold the bamboo slip, and after feeling that there was nothing unusual, he gently picked it up, spread it out in his hand, and began to browse.

"This ...... This is?" Yan Ling was stunned at the moment when he opened the bamboo slips, for no other reason, because of this bamboo slip...... is blank.

Spread out the bamboo slips, except for a breath of time coming to the face, there is no special place, let alone the Tao Sutra, not even a word, it is completely blank.

"What's going on?" Yan Ling put back the bamboo slip in his hand in shock, his mind was a little confused for a while, and he couldn't figure out the situation, all the information here will be connected together, this is a ruin but not a real ruin, the Tibetan scripture pavilion where the "Yin Yang Dao Sutra" is buried, and the blank bamboo slip is ...... All this seems to point to a single possibility.

"And, that's?" At this time, Yan Ling's attention was attracted by something again, and she slowly walked over and walked around the stone platform, because she saw that on the wall behind the stone platform, there were dense words carved on it, which looked very unusual.

"At the end of November, in the cold winter, the offensive became more and more fierce, and the Sect Master had already fallen under the Heavenly Tribulation, and the Excalibur was broken......

"Roar!" A strange looking fierce beast with spikes on its back like a hedgehog but walking upright, waving its claws and rolling into a clump, crashed into Ye Qingcicada, but the latter just flicked his fingers, a vine rose from the ground, and tied it firmly, and then one forced, strangled it to death, but in front, there was a group of about twenty such beasts, which were roaring towards Ye Qingcicada and attacking, but at this time, Ye Qingcicada was a little absent-minded, his eyes turned to the towering tower in the distance, and his eyes flashed。

"The record on the top floor of the Pavilion of the Scriptures...... Will it be discovered?"